[ Explaining the Godking's actions to others is always an exercise in futility. Dreus himself had lived in a world of delusion that could not be explained. He had burned the world because it could be burned, because he burned, sweltering on the inside, in a torment that no one had ever risen up to free him from. There was little charm in his tale, his path of insanity and fire... Ilde smiles faintly. ]
It was kept below his palace.
[ As much as gardens perhaps made others think of open spaces, light, air... The Godking's garden had been tucked into the depths of the dungeons along with the torture chambers. It had been lit and warmed with his own infernal magic. As had been Ilde, swaddled in the lightning taste of raw magic in the air, an addiction that had muddled her, kept her drowning and complacent. ]
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It was kept below his palace.
[ As much as gardens perhaps made others think of open spaces, light, air... The Godking's garden had been tucked into the depths of the dungeons along with the torture chambers. It had been lit and warmed with his own infernal magic. As had been Ilde, swaddled in the lightning taste of raw magic in the air, an addiction that had muddled her, kept her drowning and complacent. ]